Frost Bitten Dreams
I Do NOT Own South Park in any way, shape, or form. And I do not own the other peoples OC's.
Relationships (Family, Boyfriend/Girlfriend. ect.):
Chapter One: Small town for Small Minded People.
I sighed as I walked to the address written on my little crumpled piece of note paper. I looked up at the house numbers, then back at the paper, and continued walking, mumbled things about my stupid parents not coming to pick me up and all.
"1994, 1996, 1999, ah- what the hell? Where's 1998?" I looked around the area, then back at the paper. I blinked, then slowly turned the little crumpled up piece of paper.
I twitched, and glared at the smudged writing that was written with ink. I sighed heavily, then started walking the other way.
"Greeaaaat... I was supposed to be at home along time ago, and now i'm supposed to be in class... This is just awesome..." I mumbled to myself, "It's bad enough that I had the Address upside down... AND I mistaken that seven for a stupid six..." I glared at the ground, walking a bit faster.
After a long time of searching, I finally found my home. I knocked on the door, and got no answer. I shrugged and picked the lock, and walked in.
"HelllloooOoOo?" I called, looking around the house.
No one in sight.
I blinked, then noticed a note on the table. I walked over to it, and grabbed it. After reading it once, twice, and a third time, I crumpled it.
"I don't believe it, Fuck!" I swore, throwing it on the ground, then walking up to my room that I would have to share with my brother.
I sighed as I dropped my bags on the ground, and sat on the bed. I looked over to the clock. 'It's almost lunch...' I thought, staring at the clock, listening to it tick. I got up, and made my way down stairs and into the kitchen.
I randomly helped myself, and made a sandwich. I put the things back to their rightful place, and just ignored the signs as to where they should be put and stuff.
I grabbed my bag and put my notebook and pens in it, chewing on a piece of the bread. I swung it over my shoulder and walked to the door.
After a while, I found my school, and it is currently lunch time, 'Score! I made it just in time!' I thought, smirking, and wiping the crumbs from around my mouth. I walked inside and down to the cafeteria, hoping my brother would be there.
I opened the doors, and scanned the area, and saw no sign of him. I sighed, and turned around, about to leave.
"Hey!," I heard a voice call, I turned too see who it was, "Butters! Wh-.." the "big" boy stared, eyes wide. Then he started laughing loudly, getting the attention of the many people in the cafeteria. I blinked, then arched an eyebrow at him.
"Bu-Butters! Why are you dressed like that?" he laughed, holding his stomach. I blinked, "Butters?..." I stared at him.
"Hahah-.. wait, what?" he laughed, but was slowly stopping.
"I'm not 'Butters'..." I said, then looked at my nails, "And by 'Butters', Do you mean Leopold?" I stared blankly at him.
He stared at me, "Wh- who the hell are you, then? His twin?" he glared at me.
I smirked slightly, "Well, you could say that..." I was amused by his shocked expression. I turned when I heard the door open, I blinked as I watched my beloved brother walk in, almost tripping.
"O- Oh, hey fella's! Wha-... Li- Liira?" Leopold stared at me with wide eyes.
"Yo, Leo." I said, waving at him.
He rushed over, then grabbed me, and dragged me out the lunch area.
"Wahh!" I got pulled quickly.
I could tell that the cafeteria was silent, because I am standing behind the closed doors with my brother. I sighed, and stared at my brother, bringing my hand up and resting it on my hip.
"What, Leo?" I arched an eyebrow, tilting my head at him.
"Liira, your here!" he exclaimed, hugging me.
"A- ah!" I blushed slightly and looked around, making sure no one saw. "You weird, weird boy!" I said, pushing him away.
"Bu- But! I missed you! You said that you weren't gonna come back!" he said, crossing his arms, attempting to look mad, but failing.
I rolled my eyes, "Please, Leo, That was when I was what?... 4? 5?..." I looked at the ceiling in thought, then shook my head.
"It's not my fault that mum and dad didn't like me when I was younger and decided to put me into a brat camp." I used the air quotes, rolling my eyes yet again. "Anyways!, that doesn't matter, what matters now is that i'm here, right?" I smiled slightly.
He brightened up, and hugged me again.
"Okay, seriously, stop doing that, it's getting creepy..." I said, pushing him away for the second time in at least five minutes.
"Sorry.." he mumbled, but was still smiling anyways.
I smiled back, and turned to go back into the cafeteria, but bumped into someone. "Ouch.." I held my nose, glaring up at the person. "Do you mind?" I sighed, annoyed.
"Out of my way, Cock sucker!" A dude glared down at me.
I raised an eyebrow, "Oh, it's you again," I mumbled, suddenly disinterested in everything around me.
"So, what do you want?" I smiled at him.
He blinked, then glared at me, "To get out of my way.
"You don't know how to simply move?" I questioned, staring at my nails.
"Whatever, you bi-"
"Well look, if it isn't Cartman." A girl said from behind him.
I leaned over to see the girl.
She was standing there, her arms on her hips, standing next to a shorter boy.
I blinked, "Christophe?"
"Hmm?" He looked at me.
I bit my lip, and started laughing, "Yo- You sound Frenchier than ever!" I laughed again, wiping tears away from my eyes.
"Ahh, I haven't seen you in over 4 years, or something." I said, then looked at the taller girl standing beside him.
"Oh, helloOoOo Are you his girlfriendOoOo?" I paused, and stood on the tip of my toes, "Dude, your tall." I said, failing and giving up,
"We've been in a relationship for two years, now." She said, giving me the bird. I blinked at her,
"Sorry, it became a habbit..." She said, putting her hand by her side.
I made an 'Oh' face, "I see." I laughed slightly.
I turned to Christophe, and glared at him, "Why didn't you tell me that your hooked up?" I huffed at Christophe.
"I accidently lost your email." He said, sighing.
"Pffft, it was written on your wall, remember?" I rolled my eyes at him.
He blinked, "It.. was?..."
".. Oh, yes, now I remember." He said, looking at the ceiling. He paused, then looked at me. "You know, I hate attack dogs."
I arched an eyebrow, "Umm, did you hit your head or something? Because I already know that, and mostly everything about you." I said.
By now, most of the people in the hall had left, because they wanted to see a fight, but alas, they didn't get one.
I looked behind me, Even Cartman was gone.
I shrugged, and casually continued talking with the two.
"Oh, I should most likely go to my English class..." I mumbles, staring at the clock.
"Alright, we're gonna skip, see yaOoOo" Angel said, walking away, holding hands with Christophe.
I smiled lightly, then left for class.
"Let's see... Room 109, 109... 106, 7, 8, and Ni- Ahn!" I crashed into someone, and fell to the ground.
"Gawddammit!" I cursed, standing and dusted myself off. "Stupid freaking floor and bumps..." I mumbled under my breath, glaring at the ground.
"Sorry." I mumbled, then looked up,
I blinked, and stared at the girls face.
"Ah, i'm really sorry!" She said, rubbing the back of her head.
"Oh, it's okay..." I blinked again, then shook my head.
"Stupid girl, you should watch where your going! Running into my girlfriend like that!" I heard a familiar voice behind her.
I took a step aside from her, and stared at the face, that i've seen for the third time this day.
"Oh, Cartman, was it?" I stared at him.
"Eric, your supposed to be nice, remember!" She said, grabbing his hand and kissing him on the cheek quickly.
I blinked, "Awww, how cuteOoOo" I smiled innocently.
He glared at me, but with a tinge of red on his cheeks. "Let's go, Dorothy." He mumbled, grabbing her hand again, and walking past me.
I walked into class, thinking about how people like to travel in 'pairs' or 'groups'.
I saw in an avalable seat, and pulled out my notebook out of my backpack.
I glaced up at the board, and copied down the notes the teacher gave us. I paused, then looked back up quickly.
I raised my hand in the air.
"Oh, yes? The answer is?" She smiled at me.
"Huh? Oh, wait, what? Uhh, Megan Fox? Anyways, Aren't you Dorothy's mother? You two look alike."
She blinked, "Oh yes, I am." She smiled again.
"Oh, it's nice to meet you." I smiled back, casually shaking her hand.
"Haha, okay, getting back to the lesson." She laughed and continued talking about whatever.
I leaned by cheek against my palm, and continued writing down notes.
I paused, and glared down at my mistake, I took my horrid eraser, and tried to erase it, but it just smudged it.
I sighed, "Oi, could I borrow your eraser thingy?" I asked the dude sitting beside me.
He turned and gave me the finger.
I stared at his middle finger, then glanced up at his face, then back down at his finger.
I bit down on it, hard.
"Ow, What the fuck!" He swore, pulling his finger away.
"That's what you get, now give me the eraser." I said, grabbing it and erasing what I needed to do. I tossed it back on his desk, and continued doing work.
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